Across the sea but love would find a way
For we promised to write a letter every day
Two weeks went past I heard not a word
But as I defended my country your love assured
It was two weeks to the day a letter came my way
It came from Mom, Grandpa had passed away
I forgot the letter for you for tears I shed that day
The weeks went by from January to the month of May
In the mail I sent letters skies turned from blue to Grey
The thought you would be sick and dying went through my head
I went through the last words you and I had said
And your words so clear don't worry I will write every day
And I remembered you were moving home my heart turned to clay
Then one day a letter arrived I knew that it had come from you
As I tore open the letter the anticipation of my love grew
"Dear Dandy---I hope you are doing well, that you will understand
I didn't mean to fall in love, I tried to write the pen fell from my hand
Someday I am sure you will find someone that you might love too."
And a thousand miles away how of my broken heart could I tell you.
While in the service I was told I had five years at most to live.
The Doctor was wrong of course. It was food allergies tearing my
body apart and causing unexplained weight loss. Letters came from
home from three girls who thought we were a thing. I wrote upon
their letters cruelly, "Recipient deceased!" A reminder of how it
would feel to receive such a letter. Married I still regret knowing
the girls moved on being so cruel as to not do it in person. One girl
flew to Seattle saw me in the front yard hugging my sister coming back
from the Doctor's office finding I was not dying. She thought my sister
was a girlfriend. She would never answer my letters explaining
that I knew her well enough that she would ruin her life taking
care of me in my sickness until my dying day.